We are an online journal exploring the myriad experiences and ideas from Third Culture Kids around the planet.

Declarations such as “shame on them”, “I’d rather my daughter died than bring dishonour to the family”, “she must’ve dabbled in black magic to brainwash that poor boy”, and “I hope they’re found and shamed publicly” were made with great gusto, and to my adolescent brain, conjured up horrific visions which nearly made me throw up my dinner...

In the past 6 years I have watched my mum utterly transform - a shift that started the first day she stepped into her chosen university. She went from calling us about the location of her saved files to independently researching university databases and overloading her bookmarks tab...

Even though my grandmother has been diagnosed with dementia, she still proudly kits up with her 'wedding purse' on her way to the bank, or to the grocery store. I have watched in dismay as the older members of my family have gently taken that gorgeous bag out of her hands and replaced it with a sensible leather satchel, the more practical choice for her weekly errands...

We have come together not because of blood, but because we share bonds of a common outlook on life, a customary way of treating people with respect, and mutual values that resound within all of us - something which unfortunately does not always seem to happen in families related solely by blood (at least in my observation)...

A young, beautiful virgin caught the eye of a djinn as she rested under the cool shade of a banyan tree at sunset, only to wake up completely insane. The djinn had decided that since he couldn't have the lovely earth-maiden, no one would...